'Sensible' and 'adults' were rarely two words Tobi would put together, herself. Way too much of what she saw them doing defied sense entirely. Why drink so much you'll be miserable the next day, for instance, let alone have to mop up the messes you made in your impaired state? Much better to keep a clear mind. Yet another thing most peers her age disagreed with, apparently.

Orange juice in one hand and toast in the other, she hovers out of the general paths of the kitchen staff, being careful not to get in the way. She likes the business of the kitchen, but learned not to be standing anywhere important very quickly. His question gets a brief headshake, followed by an eloquent shrug.

"Don't want to be a bother, sir. Just getting an early breakfast before everyone else wakes up."